I’m sort of embarrassed to be writing about this (and trust me, it takes a LOT to embarrass me!) but I’m thinking I need to go to the doctor about my poop. There, I said it.
Poop has become a common word around my house, it’s just, we usually talk about my daughter’s poop – considering she has been potty training for a couple of months now (“Yay, you pooped in the potty!!!!), and even as a baby, pooping was a very important occurrence to track. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve talked about poop over the past 2.5 years, and just last night, during a wonderful home-made stir-fry dinner, I talked about poop with my neighbors, and a girl I’d literally just met. No topic is taboo over dinner, apparently. None of us were grossed out. Poop-talk is that common.
But my own personal poop? Not that common. I’m lucky if I poop a couple times a week on average. However, in the past 3-4 months or so, I’ve noticed an alarming change in my poop cycles. I’ve been going more often, and they are usually not pleasant. They are not the bastions of solidity that I am used to. They are odd colors and consistencies. They are many times urgently required to happen, if you know what I mean.
I’ve asked my endocrinologist about it, as well as my OB/gyn. Neither of them seemed particularly concerned. I’m taking Metformin, and that supposedly has the side-effect of stomach upset. But I’ve been taking that for years now, and these poop problems just started a few months ago.
This past weekend, I had a new side effect: feeling nauseous after eating lunch, and then an overwhelming fatigue that hit me like a Mack truck – so hard that I was forced to take a mid-day nap (I have NEVER been a napper, except for when pregnant, and no, I’m definitely not pregnant) and I slept for 4 hours. Even after the nap, I was still dragging, went to bed at my usual hour, and slept for 8 hours. A humongous “thanks” goes out to my husband for taking over kid-duty 100% and letting me get as much sleep as I did.
Yesterday and today I haven’t felt quite as tired as all that, but I’m still not back to normal. Poops are still weird and gross. The nausea doesn’t occur after every meal, but it seems to be barely there maybe 1 or 2 meals out of the day. I am refusing to do internet searches on symptoms, because I don’t want to self-diagnose myself with the worst case scenario. Could this be something diabetes-complication-related? Maybe. But I’m not going to blame the big D until I know more.
All this poop-talk just to say: I think it’s time I found myself a good gastroenterologist.